Monster Gods Novels & Stories

“We want revenge.” A pulse of power burst from the stone, knocking them all to their knees. The roots on the walls began to glow red. Something had been unleashed not sealed. The monolith cracked open fully. And from its depths…A wolf-shaped god rose. Not a memory, not a shadow, but the first monster. The god’s form was impossibly large, yet it moved with the precision of something ancient and patient. Its fur shimmered like obsidian dust, and its eyes molten silver held no warmth. The god did not howl. It listened, as if waiting for Sarah to speak first.

They became the very runes I was currently reading. "To broadcast the truth, one must become the truth," my mother’s voice whispered in the stream, her face momentarily forming in the shifting obsidian. "Chiamaka, the Black frequency isn't a shadow. It’s the 'Dark Matter' of communication—the stuff that holds the stars together. Use it to anchor the room." Above me, a massive THUD echoed. The first Null-Rod had been activated.

"Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off." My mother's eyes went wide with fury. "That damn kid! I'm his mother. How could he do this to me?" The doctor gave a quiet laugh. "You don't know? Gabriel already severed all legal ties with you. To him now, you're just an enemy." When my mother woke up from the anesthesia, aside from a slight soreness in her throat, she didn't feel anything unusual. She let out a few dismissive laughs. "It's just a chip. What's the big deal? You're a

And as the game progressed, the monsters yet to come would only grow more horrifying. In a world this steeped in the uncanny, sometimes simply "seeing" something was a death sentence in itself. If he ever ran into something truly beyond description, no amount of physical defense or firepower would save him. He'd go mad before he even had the chance to fight back, reduced to a drooling husk who understood nothing. But with this mod, it was like wrapping his Sanity in a suit of absolute armor. "As long as I'm sitting in this motorhome, even if hell itself unfolds outside, or if cosmic aliens descend, I can just watch everything like a movie."

“I haven’t been your Alpha for very long, but I promise you this. We will get stronger together. Word will spread about today’s decimation of Alpha Felix’s pack and the other packs will learn that our pack isn’t so easy to defeat. Our pack members will not die in vain. Their legacy will live on through us, through our commitment to getting stronger so this will never happen again.” I offer an opportunity for people to come forward and say something about our fallen pack members. I’m pleasantly surprised when several people come up to say how much they will miss someone or how much someone brightened their day. When everyone who wants to speak has had a chance, the sun has set and the moon is

" Miss Witchard narrated in a gentle voice, hypnotizing us. We all kept quiet as she narrated even though we had heard the history of MistWorld before. A hand shot up from the front of the class. A tall vampire with brown waist-length hair, pale skin, and small brown eyes that always looked half asleep. "Yes, Moera? Speak dear?" Miss Witchard called in her soft, hypnotizing voice. She was always able to remember our names, something most teachers couldn't do. It made me like the willowy witch. "I have two questions, ma'am. First, what would happen if the goddesses and god awakened. Second, why do we feel drained of our magic on Kalghaeon? Since we are the descendants of our goddesses and god

The others appeared to be her parents. "Those monsters won't help us," the father hissed in return, spittle flying from his lips. "We will try," Miaka promised the girl. Sadly, she had no plan of what to do next. Usually, Eigen (the Earth Killer God) would jump in to rescue her, but there was no signal in this field. This had to be the last safe place on the planet but it felt anything but. "Now, eat up," the plumpest one - Marg - told her companion, Sally, as they served up what looked like oats and grains in a watery broth.

From the other side, the footsteps grew louder, and then Verina and her pack of monsters came into view. She was floating again, or at least seeming to, wearing that long black robe. She looked menacing, her black hair flying out around her head, even with the hood on, as she came to a stop on the other side of the clearing, about twenty feet from where I’d stopped walking. Around her, at least three dozen dark wolves, their fur black, their eyes red, also stopped, snarling and growling as they crouched down, ready to pounce on whichever of my wolves moved first.

Drake warn me and gave me a 'don't-you-dare-lie' look. Oh-Oh. This is bad. Really... really bad. Goodbye Philippines. Goodbye, Earth. Goodbye, universe. I'm sorry, but the goddesses in the world will lessen.

hundred and six gods and goddesses arrived, the witch looked back at them, she left and went to face the gods. " I am Morolake the daughter from the valley of sorcerers, the only place where magics do not work, city of gods and demigods, the only land where gods had ever been defeated, I shall not fall at thy feat, no matter how vast are you in number," I " shall trample upon your grave, here am i, come and face me, and face your death," she directed a great flame of fire towards them, there was a massive shield, that appeared and made a cover for the gods, Itanforiti asked, as they were covered and the fire took over everywhere, making a great hotness, " what shall we do now?" Antinuke sai